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An increasingly familiar scene; Dr. Sloth at his desk, waiting for Brody's PINpointed arrival. Going over notes again, no less.

Two weeks since the last check-up; time to see if the kid's held up his end of things and managed to stay off the plethora of drugs he somehow has access and addictions to. Sloth'll be mildly impressed if he has; his

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BLEWP. That's the sound of a PINpoint, of course. Brody looks a little stressed out, but that's kind of what happens when you give up the blow for 2 weeks with absolutely nothing interesting to do. He definitely doesn't look as frazzled as he feels, having spent the time to look about as immaculately put together as he always does. Teenage boys shouldn't be this stylish, dammit. He clears his throat; hello, pay attention to me.

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Ah, there he is. Sloth looks up, then gives a halfhearted grunt of a hello. Yes, welcome, Brody. But then he grins as he continues to actually speak.

"And how have you been?" He's hoping to hear some sort of answer along the lines of 'awful'. He also holds Brody's well-being very close to his heart!

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"Fine," he says... tightly, but he's still not about to go off on a tangent about how horrible the last two weeks have been, how bored he was, the cravings, how moody and snappish he was... nope, sorry, all you get is a 'fine'.

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"Excellent! And you've managed to keep clean this whole time? Don't bother answering, we'll find out in just a moment, won't we?"

He's already gotten up, briefly smoothing his robes. Then, as is the drill, he's breezing past Brody and waving for him to keep up. It's time to return to elevator from last time, that'll take them to the same lab from before. At least these things are becoming routine. Well, as routine as mad science can get, anyhow.

Once in the elevator, now's a good time for any questions or complaints Brody might have. Or, you know, the same thing as last time, which was silence and an awkward disregard for one another. That works too, really.

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"Yes, and that's where you'll stop, right? You've got self-control in spades, kiddo. Pffah, I'll believe that the second I see you dressed like an actual male." Oh, fashion dig; come on, Sloth. You're wearing a robe.

He angrily finally goes and slams the blood sample into the machine that it had been in the last time, the scanning process now taking place. Sloth follows Brody's actions as well, leaning against the medical tabletop and crossing his arms over his broad chest. He really looks like he's sulking, with that pouty body language and peeved scowl.

"...You're fifteen!" He finally snarls again, as though that'll be the finishing blow in this...admittedly tiresome and possibly hopeless argument. "Kids at your age should be nowhere near heroin even once! There's no way your entire generation is like you, or your species is on the fast track to extinction or functional retardation, either-or."

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"This from the guy who's wearing a dress," he mutters, sullen.

"This is such a stupid fucking argument. Look, where I come from, ain't nothing to do but drink and get high and fuck. Everyone did it. Or nearly everyone, anyway, and everyone's been doin' it for years and gone on to be perfectly fine. I'm fine. I know what I'm doin'. And anyway I ain't been doing so much since I got in trouble the last time."

Unconsciously, his hand goes to his neck, his thumb pressed to the knife scar there.

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"Robe!" He just shouts that single word while he holds his arms out as though inviting inspection so Brody can realize it's not a dress! Not even close! Heavens no!

"But you're not where you come from anymore, are you? I know those backwater, depraved sort of locales filled with in-bred mongoloids; you don't have to explain those to me. How many of those 'perfectly fine' people got out of that hole, and how come you, with somewhere as spectacular and varied as the Nexus and all the possibilities it presents, aren't making something of yourself? Instead, you're just doping up and being useless.

"And you do NOT know what you are doing; you don't even have to remotest IDEA as to what it is you're doing. Because if you did know, you'd STOP."

The analyzing machine bleeps quietly to itself as it starts to break down the make-up of Brody's blood. WILL THERE BE ANY UNEXPECTED SURPRISES IN IT?

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"You don't know anything about what I do, so, bite me." He is SO not talking to Sloth about his future plans (hint: he has none, he is a fucking vampire and a high school dropout and an orphan runaway, he has no future.)

There is not! His blood is 100% regular-ass blood. He hasn't done anything for the last two weeks, and though he was poisoned not long ago, the subsequent healing and feeding removed it from his system.

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"As soon as I'm sure you're done with your little biting stunts, sure."

He rests his good hand on the side of the table Brody's being held down on, still leaning over the kid.

"So was that controlled in any way, or was that a mindless blood frenzy sort of deal? Or was it a little of column A, little of column B?"

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He recoils--and then all of the anger is gone, replaced by regret, and fear. Not fear of Sloth, fear of himself. Imagine how much worse it is when he wakes up lying on top of a bloodless corpse.

"I can't... I can't control it, when I get mad--" His eyes dart from side to side.

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"Cool." By the way, he's got morphine in his system to kill the screaming pain, so he's a little more subdued than before. Blessing for both?

"So were you already under the effects of this bloodlust by the time you were already making threats, or was it only when you got a taste for it? Because again, you said you didn't want to hurt anyone..." He smirks. He likes when he makes good people compromise their state morals.

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"I was hungry..."

There's a little twinge of annoyance, which as they can both clearly see, is pretty dangerous with Brody's current condition. Not that he's going anywhere, restrained as he is.

"I don't want to hurt anyone. But I can't--stop it, anymore."